| You already know who you are
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| You ain’t trying to impress nobody
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| Who you got to impress?
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| You done came through the ranks
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| You’ve been tested, you know what I mean?
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| And you stood up
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| That mean you’ve been tested and you stood up
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| And you still standing up
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| So who you got to impress?
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| You ain’t got to impress nobody, man
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| Be who you are, you know what I mean?
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| You should be yourself because I’m saying if you do shit, man, for other people,
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| then you faking it
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| I don’t need you to be no motherfucking gangster for me
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| I need you to be a man
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| I got God watchin' over me from courtside
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| Ballin' like I’m Jordan 'cause I’m blessed up
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| And niggas want me gone, but I’m still alive
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| Wake up every morning feelin' blessed up
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| Pull up in that holy Ghost 'cause I’m blessed up
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| I’ma do the most 'cause I’m blessed up
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| Had to scoop my niggas out the hood
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| Now we all eatin' good like we should 'cause we blessed up
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| It’s outstandin' that I’m still standin'
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| Macs get brandished when beef get sandwiched, blat, blat
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| Do it for my niggas that’s scammin'
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| On the corner with it runnin' that tan ish
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| Duckin' the Ds, cut through the alley, scuffin' your trees
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| Tossin' the profit and fuck up your re
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| I know the feelin', nigga
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| Start from a dollar, couple of Gs
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| Bought an Impala, I’m flooding the streets
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| It’s time to kill 'em, nigga
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| I got an eight flipped over and I’m dealin', nigga
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| In a drop S coupe and I’m wheelin', nigga
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| Five hundred for the piece how I’m feelin', nigga
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| In the hood just chillin', nigga
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| I’ve seen the realest niggas turn emotional, all in they feelin' niggas
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| That’s why I ain’t really feelin' niggas
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| And if them hoes fuck with rats I ain’t sayin' nothin' to them bitches
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| I guess I ain’t really for them bitches
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| Really, I’m blessed
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| I got God watchin' over me from courtside
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| Ballin' like I’m Jordan 'cause I’m blessed up
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| And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive
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| Wake up every morning feelin' blessed up
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| Pull up in that holy Ghost 'cause I’m blessed up
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| I’ma do the most 'cause I’m blessed up
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| Had to scoop my niggas out the hood
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| Now we all eatin' good like we should 'cause we blessed up
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| Blessings, you niggas stressin'
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| Mac on the dresser when I’m dressin' and never pressure
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| Crab in the barrel, watch the bucket, don’t let 'em catch you
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| Cause if they pull you back to the bottom, know you gon' suffer, fuck 'em
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| I done leveled up on 'em to where I cannot touch 'em
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| Therefore, can’t feel 'em
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| Therefore, I’ma hustle
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| New Wraith on Forgis
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| Course that’s from the muscle
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| Course I got a bubble, new Porshce red like a devil
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| Go skrt skrt through the lane on you
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| Niggas broke and you faker than that chain on you
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| I told Tak when he see you, go insane on you
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| Can’t D me, call it man, I clear the lane on you
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| Change the speed, game 7 'Bron James on you
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| My little niggas begging me to put that flame on you
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| You get some money, watch how all these niggas change on you
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| That’s why I changed on 'em, I don’t feel a thing for 'em
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| Nigga, I’m blessed
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| I got God watchin' over me from courtside
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| Ballin' like I’m Jordan 'cause I’m blessed up
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| And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive
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| Wake up every morning feelin' blessed up
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| Pull up in that holy Ghost 'cause I’m blessed up
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| I’ma do the most 'cause I’m blessed up
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| Had to scoop my niggas out the hood
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| Now we all eatin' good like we should 'cause we blessed up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blessed Up , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album DC4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп